Sunday, October 23, 2005
am i online?
i didn't mean to be. really.
but since i am, might as well attempt an reconciliation.
cambridge examiners, despite your evil inhumane doings, i have forgiven you with all my heart.
i will not be dreaming of your gory mutilation anymore, for being a literature student, my notes have convinced me to see your part of the story.
also i was thinking. harbouring unhealthy murderous thoughts could possibly implicate seriously ill psychological effects. and my psychiatrist has encouraged me to avoid magnifying the magnitude of my mental incapacity and aggravating the haywired neuroconnections in my brain, giving rise to more short circuits and even more outbursts of mental instability because the cause of my disease just might undergo a genetic mutation in sync with the adaptation to survive through the unfavourable electrifying conditions i have unconsciously created, thus a contagious strain of the virus might emerge. then u'll all be crazy too.
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let us proceed with the main topic.
poor longsuffering cambridge markers.
they risk their lives and brave the snow storms to get to the marking centres. they toil supremely hard, burning the midnight oil, sunlight oil and moonlight oil just to plough through and to grade the overflowing piles of scripts that in turn have braved the dangerous winds and the kamikaze seagulls to fly all the way to cambridge. indeed, they are deserving of my honourific gratitude.
some even give up their basic needs just to meet the deadline in march. some forget the presence of daylight for 3 whole intense months, giving up even the joy of experiencing vitamin d production. or vasodilation. upon my word, i have been told that some even forgo the toilet forthe entire duration of the three holocaustic months.
these markers are challenged with rickets, retinoblastoma, constipation, malnutrition, starvation. believe me, comrades, it will be like a battleground there in time to come.
poor frail eldery markers, hunching over our yellowed scripts and squinting to decipher our illegible handwriting. poor them, exhausting the lens power of the spectacles which have never ceased to serve them faithfully, until faced with the immaculate war of light rays from our script. poor poor markers. struggling to keep warm in the harsh and bitter cold of winter that we are so fortunate to see only artificially at tanglin mall. struggling to keep awake amidst the flickers of the lullaby-like fire that always fail to give them sufficient warmth.-solemn look.
for goodness's sake. let us save the lives of these poor self-sacrificial markers.
let us bring colour to their sorrowful months.
let us use.
MAGIC PENS.
you really won't ever see me again until after o's.
if you do.
my bucket's probably kicked.. ):
stop looking happy. )):
till we meet again, happy studying.
11:48 PM
reach for
the stars(:
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Tuesday, October 18, 2005
good day to all alive.
i don't deny that chemistry is what we're mostly made up of.
but it makes me shudder when i realise that biology, too, is the essence of our being.
shudders.
so anyway, classmates were talking today about how we have to love the teachers to see an a1 on the cert.
again,
shudders. this strangely reminds me of cold turkey.
let us dwell on a more retroactive subject that stands a higher chance of contributing towards world peace. and when i say retroactive i mean really retroactive, having had the gargoylic thoughts (that will be mentioned after this sentence) clouding and emulsifying every ounce of brain cell that exists in the hollow of my skull. my motive in life has been redirected towards the assimilation and egestion of the setters from cambridge of the MICROSCOPIC biology practical we had today.
for one thing, there is reason to believe that they were testing us for the presence of magnifying lenses embedded our corneas. or maybe they just needed a survey of the average refractive index of the virtous humour of an average electrified haired singaporean student. honestly, i have no idea what their evil intentions were, but i do know they made us draw a drawing almost 80 mm in length from a specimen of 6 pairs of leaves, that when clustered together only measure a HUMONGOUS 4mm length across the longest widest biggest part of it. and at that size, the leaf stalks were almost transparent, i had to feel it to know it was there.
we had to cut the 6 leaves from a portion of the plant ourselves, putting like 90% of the plant part given to us to waste.
hello, i'm an environmentalist. i was a young botanist and i'm gonna be a young assasinist. nice to meet you.okay i'm exaggerating, but isn't it known across the world that more than a third of the students here in singapore has myopia?
what could the intelligent graduates from prestigeous universities in cambridge possibly be focusing all their energy on? hybrid genes that can be inserted into transgenic bacteria to aid the production of radical hormones that increase the volatility of subcutaneous fat? i bet they're just testing the swiveling
power of the lousy chairs they get to lounge in for the ten million and 9 months of the year, leaving 3 decent months of hard work and labour to come up with yet another outrageous biology practical to cause the inevitable balding of unfortunate candidates sitting for biology. hello smarties, one of the definitions of power is the energy generated over time allocated, and if no energy is put in the power remains negligible. shouldn't you already know that? there might be a method to their logic though, since the time put in is also nil. and a zero reciprocal gives rise to an infinite amount of power.
woahh. so smart huh. i'm so remarkably impressed. but not compressed. not depressed. not oppressed. seriously i'm just filled with suppressed AGONAYYY.
fuming. sizzling. vapourising. someone put me through a reflux condenser, quick.
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ha-ha-ha. my toes are laughing.
have i failed to include the glaring fact that they almost repeated the entire carrot experiment given just 7 years ago. who in the right frame of mind sets a repeat paper! obviously they were rotating in their oiled high chairs the entire year of the year set aside for the setting of our batch's practical, discontented with the 9 months of leisure time given.
speculation, speculation.
so maybe they asked for the longitudinal section of the carrot instead of the transverse. that doesn't change the whole carrot and onion thing! it's still a root, and it's still a condensed stem and absurd fleshy leaves. how can they just repeat the practical after the whole war story we etched while swallowing our entire biology textbook? i had to resist the urge to spray the entire bottle of benedict's solution on our supervisor (who was a lucy liu lookalike, which probably hints why i didn't in the end.)
adios amigos. you will never see me till the end of o's.
and if you do, remember - you didn't.
till then. i will be praying for your survival.
9:53 PM
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